**rosie **- **swampy **is correct. My sweetie is in Ocala helping out his folks, so I get fish duty. And it is done. So far, all the fishies are swimming about happily. If there are no floaters in the morning, I’ll declare it a success! 
My pulled poke is smelling so yum - it may not all make it into the freezer. I’m sure the Sonny’s sweet BBQ sauce has a lot to do with it. YUM!
No, it’s because it was originally part of Virginia, so has always been Southern
I just saw the neighbor jump out of his truck and run up the sidewalk, in his BARE FEET!
That hurts just to look at it. Then again I saw another neighbor out before the snow, in shorts, a t-shirt and no shoes laying the ground working on his car. Don’t they know it’s cold outside?
Now I’ve been sitting here watching another one come home and she was sliding awfully close to my truck when she was trying to park.
Didja guess ‘thumb’? 'cause that’s the digit I used to turn on the hairdryer to thaw the water pipe coming into the house. Stoopit builder grumble, grumble, grumble
WV; backwards, hicks, (not very) cultured; yup, Southern. :eek:
I went out to the bank today and a few stores, then to the print shop to get a music score bound. Nothing too exciting, but all stuff that needed to be done.
There is going to be a Spider in the next Rosie, the Cute Snow Bunny, too. :rolleyes:
Thank goodness for West Virginia; they have taken Arkansas from the second poorest state in the country to the third.
Unless it’s a tarantula, it shouldn’t have large, hairy feet. :dubious:
It’s going to be all of 0 for the low Monday night. I have no idea if my car will even *start *with that kind of weather. We are of the Southern Appalachian persuasion here. We don’t have that fancy northern stuff like engine block heaters and special winter oil in our cars. Here’s hoping I don’t have to go in Tuesday! :pleasebeablizzardoverthenexttwodays0isunreasonablycolditisntevenanumber:
I did get to go home two hours early today so laundry has been laundered and walk has been walked. I shall now fritter away the rest of the day somehow.
[Mad Scientist]MY ARMY OF CYBORG LEMURS WILL DESTROY YOU ALL!!![/Mad Scientist]
Gordie has been walked, beer run made. still holding at 34 here.
MOOOMMMM!, if there are floaters, I guess it’s sushi for lunch, then?
Purtification for partayin/schmoozin’ shall begin shortly. I suppose one should look presentable. I’m guessin’ a tshirt and sweatpants would not cut it as presentable.
It’s going to be damn ugly.
None of this “Some pig!” bullshit.
:dubious:
It just occurred to me that I have no idea what I’ll wear to Mom’s party tomorrow. I guess I can figure that out tomorrow.
Tomorrow is another day. 
Fiddle-dee-dee!
There’s always the drapes . . .
Frankly, My Dear, I don’t give a damn.
Haven’t read today yet.
VWife and I are back from a whirlwind day trip back to Cottonfield County to deliver Christmas presents. Since I’ve returned with a tale worthy of the old stuff running ambulance duty, I VOLUNTEER to start Monday. The only medical/trauma event that happened was VWife clonking her noggin on the trunk lid of the rental car, BTW. A Nelson Muntz moment… :smack: :rolleyes:
Home. Things in house and put away. Tired. Coughing. Pronouns missing.
Howdy Y’all! Home from the Ephiphany Partay/Schmooze. A good time was had by all. We Whiskypalians know how to put out a spread and partay! Yes, it is just past nine-thirty as I post but the partay was a success. We ate. We drank. I schmoozed and interestinly enough, kinda got squired around to make sure people know who I am. Again, no guarantee I will be elected to the Vestry, but apparently I had a sorta campaign committee tonight. Anywho, it was a fun partay and that’s what really matters.
And now this…
We have a motion on the floor.
All in favor of BBBobbio bein’ [del]a glutton for punishment[/del] our starter offer Monday say “Aye.”
AYE!!!
All those opposed [del]like we’d listen to you[/del] say “Nay.”
**::crickets:: **
The “Ayes” have it. BBBobbio shall start us off [del]with a make your own waffle bar[/del] as our host with the most.
ETA: gt feel better soonest!
Dude, It’s, like, Saturday.